Hana takes the gang to the beach. She wants the Sengoku warlords to enjoy a little bit of summer in modern day Japan.
I think I'm gonna draw a lot about the lords having fun in modern Japan.
╰(*´︶`*)╯Masamune, Ieyasu and Mitsunari is my favourite trio in Ikesen.
Btw, according to the plot of my Ikesen x OC fic, the lords who go to modern Japan along with Mai are Shingen (Mai and Shingen are a couple already), Sasuke, Masamune, Ieyasu and Mitsunari. I'm not good art writing and creating plots so I need to limit the number of the characters. 😭😭😭 You can see more my Ikesen x OC art with the hashtag #kan oc or #kan fic
However, I will sometimes draw the other lords in modern Japan. If you have any ideas or requests, feel free to DM me.
It has been such a loooong time since I last wrote a fanfic.
I need to be more productive so that I can put the plot I have imagined into words.
This is a small part of the fanfic I'm working on.
This is basically a fanfic series for my OC, Hoshino Hana, in Ikemen Sengoku setting (an alternate ending for Shingen route to be more precise). These short fics are about the time when Masamune, Ieyasu and Mitsunari are accidentally sent to modern day Japan along with Mai (ikesen MC), Shingen and Sasuke.
I keep the number of characters low because my writing skills are not good enough to handle a plot with too many characters. Besides, Masamune, Ieyasu and Mitsunari are my favourite characters from the Oda faction.
I initially planned to make some short fics for Klema but then decided to create a series for their slowburn romance.
I hope you will enjoy this new chapter.
Summary: Ema catches a cold during work and Klavier takes care of her.
Disclaimer: I barely know anything about the plot post AA4. I dislike the 3D models and how Klavier barely appear in the later games so I will keep pretending like those titles do not exist. I apologize in advance if you love the Apollo Justice trilogy.
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-Hey! P-Put me down.
-Calm down, fraulein Dectective. If you fall, then I must carry you all the way to the nearest hospital. Or maybe you prefer that option.
-Geez.
-Please be a good girl for a few minutes. For my sake.
-I'm...I'm gonna punch...you.
-My fans stare at me all the time but I think this is the first time a lady glare at me this fiercely.
I try to squirm for a few times but then give up. This glimmerous fop is stupidly strong for a rockstar and too annoying for a prosecutor. My body is already insanely hot, now I feel like I'm being burned because everyone is staring at me. No, at us. I curse myself for being weak and careless. I do not want to reply on him under any circumstance but I am too exhausted to fight back. I just hope this is not punishment for slacking off during work hours a few times.
-My office is near here, so I'll take care of fraulein Detective. You guys continue on your tasks.
-Yes, sir!
-Can't anyone save me? - I mumble.
The fop carries me in his arms in bridal style. Normally, I may die from embarrassment but the heat in my body helps me ignore all the stares and whispers. I just want to lie down, sleep, and forget about this day. I do not know how I can face him after this mess. No doubt he will tease me relentlessly and I will be the center of gossiping at the Department.
"I'd rather live in jail with sis."
He walks away but I can still clearly hear other officer snickering. I feel so humiliated, exhausted, and angry at the same time. But I try to ignore them all because I barely have any energy left. However, strangely, his warmth slowly calm my nerves.
For some reason, this situation makes me think of Lana. When I was in middle school, I once collapsed because I had a bad cold and Lana immediately carried me to my bed and took care of me all day. I still can remember clearly how she hold my hands to comfort me and told me she would stay with me until I got better. She was so warm and kind, so I feel conflicted for recalling that precious memory while being carried by this fop.
*click*
-Thanks.
-You're welcomed, sir. And I hope Detective Skye will get better soon. If you need further assistance, please tell us.
-I'll keep that in mind.
A staff helps open the door of his prosecutor office. I am too weak to open my mouth so I cannot even say "thank you" to the staff. And I am to embarrassed to look at anyone right now. So, I just make a mental note to express my gratitude later.
-I'll get you a clean tower, some medicine, and some ice.
He lays me down on his sofa then hurriedly opens his a drawer to find a tower and some cold medicine, and get some ice from the mini fridge. He moves so efficiently that I get a feeling he is used to this kind of situation.
"Did he have to take care of someone like this before?"
I am curious but I do not want to talk with anyone now. Although I think how he acts so calm and cool all the time is impressive, I would rather die than actually try to compliment him on that. But, to be completely honest, I hope I can be so composed and independent like him one day. I bet Lana will praise me a lot and be proud of me. Plus, it will be nice if I can take care of her rather than relying on her like before.
-Hmmmm!!!
Something cool and wet touches my forehead dragging me out of my stream of thoughts. It feels so good that I unconsciously lean forward for more.
-Good girl.
That teasing voice still makes my blood boil but his touch is strangely gentle. He slowly and carefully wipes all the sweat in my face then tries to remove my lab coat and glasses.
-Pardon me, fraulein Detective. I'll ask a staff to get your coat cleaned and give it back to you later.
I do not like being touched by him this much but I am fully aware that I should let him help me for now. I must regain my strength as soon as possible so that I can get out of here and go home. If he were just a mere colleague, I will have no problem with him helping me. But this guy is my enemy, the one that made Nick lose his attorney badge, and a thorn in my eyes. Even though he helped Apollo defeat Kristoph, I still hate his nonchalant attitude. If he were as cool and "simmerous" as Mr. Edgeworth, maybe I might hate him a bit less.
"What was I thinking? Gross..."
-Ahahaha. What's with that scowl? You're really not fond of me, huh?
He keeps teasing me as always and I wish I could immediately sit up and punch him. Unfortunately, I have to let him help me sit up and give me the medicine. Then, he helps me lay down again and put a damn cloth on my forehead and a soft blanket on my body. This fop even turns on the humidifier to keep me comfortable.
-You're strangely well-prepared. - He executed everything perfectly, so flawlessly that I cannot help but voice my thoughts. I dislike talking with him but he handles this situation so well that I cannot help but wonder.
-I'll take that as a compliment.
"Ugh... Now I wish I didn't say anything."
-You see - he keeps talking, not minding the disgust on my face - back when I was still young, I wanted to prove to Kristoph that I was mature and independent. So I prepared some emergency kits. He...He was... impressed, I guess. But I didn't have any chance to take care of him though.
My eyes get bigger and bigger. I do not expect that this fop share the same ideas as mine. He is always so confident that I cannot imagine his young self waiting to be praised by Kristoph. It seems so out-of-character for him but... weirdly cute.
-Really?
He smiles faintly and gives me a slight nod. He is smiling but his eyes look so sad and lonely, as if he may burst into tears. He is looking at me but I feel like he is looking at something or someone far, far away.
"Are you thinking of Kristoph?"
I want to do something, but I do not know what I should say. What can I even do for him? I barely know Kristoph and even resented both of them for making Nick lost him job. I do not blame him for that anymore but my annoyance towards him remains the same.
Suddenly, I realize I barely know anything about him either. In my mind, he is just a glimmerous fop that constantly teases everyone around and a lazy perfectionist that refuses to check the crime scene on his own. I do not know how he acts outside of work, what he likes, what he dislikes, and anything about his friend circles. He did not break down after detective Crescend trial and he moved on his brother's case pretty fast so I thought he was just an annoyingly happy-go-luck guy. I thought I knew everything about him but I guess I was wrong.
-You should rest a bit. Since you've taken the medicine, you'll feel better soon, don't worry.
Thinking about him makes me even more tired so I can only manage a nod. He pats on my head then goes outside with my coat. Maybe he is just going to have my coat lab coat cleaned.
"Why am I wasting energy to think about him anyway?"
I try to sleep to forget about him and everything happened today. I will have a lot of annoying issues to deal with when I wake up so I need to rest and get better soon.
"Don't worry, Ema. You'll be OK."
"Lana... Lana… It’s hot. And my body's burning."
"You'll get better soon. I promise. Try to get some sleep, OK?"
"Okay..."
I hear Lana's voice. I can see her gentle smile. She is holding my hand and stroking my hair lovingly. Her warmth makes me feel so safe and comfortable. After Mom and Dad passed away, she tried her best to make sure I would never feel lonely. Whenever I feel down, just a hug from her can instantly brighten my day. She gives me the strength, courage, and motivation to keep moving forward. Even though we cannot live together now, the memories of us and the hope that one day we can work together keep me from breaking down.
"I'll stay here with you. So don’t worry.”
"Thanks, sis."
But I must admit I am lonely. I miss being pampered by Lana. I miss our silly banter. And I miss her. A lot.
Maybe because I am lonely.
Maybe because I am vulnerable due to the cold.
So even the warmth of that irritating glimmerous fop can smooth my heart.
-I was a mess at that time. Crying and whining nonstop.
Someone is talking and it is not Lana' voice. Her face fades and then disappear. That voice drags me back to the real lonely world and I gingerly open my eyes. I do not see Lana’s face anymore, only a familiar ceiling.
-But you keep stroking my hair until I stopped crying.
"Huh? Did...someone see my dream just now?"
-You even held my hand.
It is his voice. That annoying glimmerous fop.
-And you stayed up all night to take care of me.
"But who is he talking to? Is there a guest?"
-I wish I had a chance to take care of you.
"Oh..."
I realize he was talking about his older brother. He sounded so cheerful and a bit child-like when he was recalling his childhood. I have never thought of Kristoph to be the friendly and caring type like Lana, but maybe this is just how older siblings treat their younger ones. And maybe that fop is just like me, wanting to spend time with the siblings we love. Although Kristoph committed many horrendous crimes, I know it is not easy for him to forsake their bonds and their memories. It is clear that he adores his older brother, but I do not think Kristoph feels the same. Not when he knowingly dragged this fop to his grand scheme.
I slowly turn my head to see him. "What's he doing?", "What does he look like?", I must know. I must know now.
He is sitting nearby with a photo frame in his hand. Maybe it is a photo of him and Kristoph. He looks gloomy, just like that day, but there is a glim of fondness. He smiled and talked to me normally after I that trial, so I thought he was able to move on. Maybe he simply hides his feelings so well that noone even questions. I wonder if he has been like this ever since whenever he is alone. He always smiles annoyingly and maintains his friendly attitude, so I almost forget he has just lost the older brother he had always respected.
"I guess I now know something about him."
He looks so vulnerable and fragile. If I touch him now, I may shatter him to pieces. I feel like I am looking at some stranger, not the glimmerous fop I despise. It strangely irritates me so much that I turn away.
“Damn you! Don’t make me feel bad for hating you.”
I wish I had insisted on going to the hospital. I should not have known this side of him. It is much easier for me to hate him like before. If he were just an annoying rockstar that enjoys attention and a nonchalant uncool prosecutor that stripped Nick's attorney badge away, I could keep loathing without feeling guilty. It is too awkward to act friendly towards him and it does not feel right to express animosity.
-If only I was strong like fraulein Dectective.
"Huh!?!"
His monologue suddenly turns to me and I am to shock to breath for a moment. I cannot comprehend why he mentioned me just now. And I get the tingling sensation on my neck, as if he is looking at me. Luckily, I am having a cold so he may not notice how red I am now. He compliments me all the time but in a teasing manner so my mind has a hard time to process the genuine in his voice. I cannot think straight and I have an urge to bolt out of here. Shoud I stay or should I go, I honestly do not know.
-I admire you a lot…Ema.
And now he even calls my name. This is too much for my poor heart at this moment. My mind goes crazy and I can feel the heat rising in my body, but this time it is not because of the cold. I do not know if he noticed I was awake and tried to tease me like usual. Or he thought I was still sleeping and spoke his true feeling. I fail to make sense of his actions and just want to run out of here right now so that he cannot see how fluster I am. But if I get up now, it will be even more awkward between us after this.
“I take it back. I HATE this guy so much! I HATE HIM!!!”
Summary: Klavier felt depressed after Kristoph's trial and Ema tried to comfort him.
-> AO3 link
Note: I just suddenly had an urge to write this. I suck at writing so please refrain from sending hateful comments. I just want to have some fun here since it has been a long time since I last made fanfics.
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after the trial
-Prosecutor Gavin.
-Fraulein Detective? You are still here?
Klavier looked up from the sofa to see Ema walking towards him. Her face still wore a scowl as usual and there was a bag of Snackoos on her hand. He let out a sigh of relief when he saw something so familiar amidst the chaotic situation. His older brother, Kristoph Gavin, whom he had always admired a lot, has just been exposed as a coldhearted murder and liar. Even in his wildest imagination, he could not think of a day that would send his own brother to jail for such hideous crimes. Klavier was glad he was at least able to give the victims the justice they deserved, but his world was completely upside down then.
"Brother…Why…why did it become like this?"
Kristoph was a genius. He was one of the best defense attorneys and even got the nickname "the Coolest Defense in the West". He was well-respected in the law field and won a lot of trials. At that time, Phoenix Wright was famous and had a great record, but Kristoph was more experienced. Thus, it made no sense to Klavier that his brother had to pull dirty elaborate tricks to win just a trial that he could have won.
He wanted an answer. He wanted to know so badly why his prestigious brother became a monster. And he wanted to know why Kristoph never attempted to kill him to erase every possible witnesses like what he had done to the Mishams. He wanted the answers so badly but he might never know the truth.
-Just looking for your report. I thought you might not be able to submit it on time. And it seems that I am right after all. - Ema replied nonchalantly while munching on her snacks.
-Well… Yeah… But…Can you give me a pass? Just this time. - He answers while looking at the floor.
Ema did not reply. She sat down next to Klavier and continues to eat her snacks.
They just sat like that for a while. Klavier was still deep in thoughts while Ema enjoyed her favourite Snackoos. They said nothing nor looking at each other. The sound of Ema chewing her crunchy snacks filled the quiet room.
-You OK?
Emma was the first one to speak up. Usually, she did not want to interact with the "glimmerous fop" prosecutor if she could, however, she did not think she should leave him like this.
-Well…
-What? You can't even answer a simple question now? What happened to that talkative mouth of yours? - Ema sounded irritated.
-Sorry. - He forced a sad smile, still looking at the floor.
She did not like hearing his voice when they worked together. But she prefered his carefree attitude more than this depressed state.
-Oi, prosecutor Gavin. Look over here. Hurry!
Hearing the urgent tone in her voice, Klavier slowly looked up.
-Ummmm….! Fraulein Detective?
Ema forcefully fed him a piece of Snackoos. Klavier did expect this situation since he knew Ema disliked him and being near him in general.
-Feeling better?
-Oh my, fraulein Detective is so sweet and gentle today. - He chuckled.
-Stop! You sound so creepy. - Ema frowned a bit but she was glad to see Klavier acting like his usual self.
-Fraulein Detective?
-Huh? You want more?
-Were you also… like this… when your sister was framed as a criminal?- He looked at her hoping to hear her answer. He felt lost and lonely even though he did the right thing so he hoped someone could show him what he should do to move on.
Ema paused, thinking back about those days. She was just a high school student at that time and knew little about Forensic science, and investigation. However, she did everything they could to assist Phoenix Wright so as to clear Lana's name. She was desperate and scared but she was not as depressed as Klavier because she always believed her big sister was innocent.
-I was worried a lot because I was not good enough to save her on my own. But I was not sad because I believed in my big sis. I knew there was no way she could have killed someone. My big sis's very smart, strong, and super kind, you know. - Ema replied with proud in her eyes.
-Ahaha. You two are very similar. Maybe because you're siblings after all.
-But you're not like you big bro at all. - She turned away and continued to munch on Snackoos.
-Huh? - His eyes widen.
-Someone I know was in the similar situation to yours.
-Fraulein?
Edgeworth's face appeared in her mind. She recalled the news articles she read about his case and his courage during Lana's trial. He had to send his mentor to jail and expose the crime of his superior. She saw him struggling to find his sense of justice and his own path while escaping the darkness of his past. That man almost lost his own self in the shadow of the Von Karma name but managed to discover who he really was eventually.
-Just because you're siblings doesn't mean you're evil like him. You're … well… you, just a mere a glimmerous fop. - Ema said while not looking at him. She could feel the heat rising on her cheeks. She could easily cheer on everyone due to her friendly nature, except him. She was used to being agry at him and never thought she would try to make him feel better like this.
-Fraulein Detective, you are worried for me? - He chuckled. Klavier did not expect Ema to be the person to comfort him. She acted so out of character that it made him smile.
-Hah? Me? Worried for you? Are you crazy? No way! - Her face turned beet red and she tripped on her words. She felt like a child being caught red-handed while sneakingly eating too much sweets.
Klavier just smiled at her. It seemed to him that she misunderstood the situation. She thought he was afraid to become evil like Kristoph thus trying to comfort him in her own clumsy way. Her kindness still made his heart warm nonetheless.
Klavier did not think anyone but Kristoph could give him the answers he was looking for. At the same time, he doubted his prestigious older brother would honestly give him the whole truth. He might never understand who Kristoph truly was and why he orchestrated a scheme like that. After all, Kristoph had hidden his secrets for seven years and still refused to reveal his true self at the end of the trial.
But he might not need any answers after all. Just like Ema had said, he could only be him and continue his own path regardless.
However, Klavier would wait. He would patiently wait until Kristoph could tell him what had been going on in his mind just like when they were kids. He would wait until they could talk to each other like siblings, and not like a prosecutor to a criminal.
"With this energetic detective at my side, I doubt I'll have time to think about this whole mess anyway." - He thought to himself, his heart felt lighter and calmer.
-May I have another piece of Snackoos, fraulein Detective? - He talked to her with a smile, bright and genuine.
-Nope! - She pouted while clutching the bag of snacks in her arms.
